You know, Soho House after Neil left was a miserable hellhole of male privilege, but I want to slap myself thinking of how I briefly worked with TWO hot men. Not just one, which is in itself incredible, but two! How did that even happen? How?! Two tall, gloriously hot pieces of man candy. But how?! And one wanted me (though that idiot only told me this after he was long gone, the *******). I want to weep at the memory of such hotness.